“Yes, and he says that but for this he might probably have got a chance to go into Beckford's store at the mill village.”
“I am sorry for this. They are good men, and he would have been near us, while Cranston is forty miles away.”
“Who is the man that wants me?” asked Herbert.
“A Mr. Holden. He is in the other room with Captain Ross. It was all arranged before they came. He wants you to go with him to-morrow morning.”
“So soon?” said Herbert, in dismay.
“Yes. At first he wished you to set off with him this afternoon; but I told him decidedly you could not be ready.”
“Quite impossible,” said Mrs. Kent. “Some of Herbert's clothes are in the wash, and I can't have them ready till evening.”
“You had better come into the other room, Herbert,” said the doctor. “I will introduce you to your new employer.”
Herbert followed the doctor into the sitting-room. His first glance rested on Captain Ross, whom he knew. He went up and shook hands with him. Next he turned to Mr. Holden, and to his inexpressible astonishment, recognized his opponent of the morning.
“Mr. Holden, Herbert,” introduced the doctor. “Mr. Holden, this is the boy we have been speaking of.”